Monday, February 16, 2004
Is there anything more beautiful than a plastic bag caught in an updraft? If there is, I don't want to know about it. Or, if there is, and I find out about it, I want to hunt it down and kill it. Or, if I find out there is something more beautiful, but it is inanimate, (two plastic bags caught in an updraft, maybe?) then I will have to create some sort of mind-zap machine that forces all who see said beautiful thing to forget about it entirely, and replace that memory with memories of Mel Gibson or piles of fingernail clippings or something.